Silent

16. What is your name?

Ricky had already missed the boy. His patience for waiting was growing short, and he hoped that Michael would be ready to be taken with him to New York.

He grinned upon seeing George, who waited in the yard as the car parked in front of the house. The man smiled at him and called his servant to take Ricky's luggage.

" So, how's it been going with Michael?" Ricky asked when they stepped inside the house.

"I think the boy is ready to leave with you," George replied, feeling strange discomfort with thought he had difficulties understanding." Want something to drink?"

" Thank you." Ricky immediately walked to the screen. Michael lay on the bed sleeping, and the man grinned. The boy looked so inviting as he slept, so innocent, and Ricky wanted to tear that peace away from him. George stepped next to him and handed him a glass of brandy. Ricky didn't take his eyes off the screen and brought the glass to his lips.

" Ask your servant to set up a third plate on the table. Michael can eat with us," Ricky said, smiling to himself.

" As you wish." George nodded and left the room. He tried to think of the boy as little as possible and didn't want to admit to himself that he would miss him in certain ways.

Ricky emptied his glass, set it on the table, and then went to get the clothes he had bought for Michael. The boy would have an entirely new wardrobe with which to start his new life.

He walked to the stairway and down the stairs, excitement building in his abdomen. Oh, how he truly had missed that sweet innocence he planned to corrupt through and through. 

The boy was startled awake when the door opened and closed behind him. "Darling, did you miss me?" Ricky grinned and walked nearer the bed.

Michael sat up, looking at the monster nervously. He forced himself to stay still as his captor approached.

" You were gone for a long time," Michael whispered hesitatingly and looked towards the floor. He remembered George's advice. " I thought you might have left me here."

Ricky looked at the boy curiously. "Did you wish I would have?" he asked and stood next to Michael, who was quiet for a moment, unsure of what to reply.

"I was afraid that I'd never get out of this room," he said finally and drew a deep breath to calm down, and finally brought his gaze back up. Ricky smiled, brought his hand to his cheek, and stroked his skin tenderly for a moment.

"No Michael, you belong to me, remember?" he asked. "I wouldn't go through so much trouble just to leave you here."

Michael shuddered, turned his gaze, and Ricky lowered the clothes on the bed next to him before opening his pants." I have an appetizer for you before dinner," he said, and Michael felt sick. There was no way of getting around it. He knew that. "Do well, and you can come upstairs with us to have dinner."

It would do no good to fight. His best chance was to please the monster, and so he did, hating every moment. Silent tears ran from his eyes at the horrid violation of his mouth, but the monster loved his tears, that too he knew all too well by now.

And when the monster reached its orgasm, Michael forced himself to swallow his seed down, willing himself to keep the vile taste without throwing up. He wanted out of this cell. He wanted to see the sun, the moon, and open skies to reassure him that the world still existed. Reassurance that this wasn't the hell he had been forever captured in. The world still existed and one day he could escape the monster, he needed to believe that.

"Good boy, you're getting better at this," the man praised, buttoning his pants back up. "Change your clothes," he said pointing at the stack of clothes he had lowered on the bed earlier and Michael nodded nervously.